Don't think of it as losing a boyfriend. Think of it as gaining a stalker." -Dan Cahill

You don't get Billie Joe Armstrong's autograph on your forehead without following your instincts.

Nellie grinned. "I always wanted to go to Venice. It's supposed to be the romance capital of the world." "Sweet," put in Dan. "Too bad your date is an Egyptian Mau on a hunger strike." The au pair sighed. "Better than an eleven-year-old with a big mouth.

Hamilton dabbed a tissue at the cut under his eye. "Except for the time I met the Great Khali, that was the coolest thing I've ever done!" The foursome, only slightly the worse for wear, stood on the tarmac of the small airfield outside Milan, transferring their luggage from the limo to Jonah's jet for the flight back to Florence. "You didn't do anything, yo," Jonah seethed. "It was done to all of us by the freak show with the nerve to complain that the family branches are too violent!

Be the Ambulance. Make toast.

The thing about a cavity search is this: it has nothing to do with the dentist.

Wonderful. What's the point of throwing a hissy fit without friends and family on hand to hear it?" -Amy Cahill